Why wouldn't the little lies form from the system of silence? Tuck and run.
October 26, 2004
A modern psychedelia, full of wash, pulse and melody. Constantly moving, but always taking the listener along through improvisation and composition. Must be the rock core, or the freedom in the space. Then comes the singing of indigenous cultures somewhere they never expected to be, with dubbed out drums and electronic rain. At last, the distance is nothing compared to the travel.